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[originemesis]

@lucifertxt cont. from xxx

The fallen angel lowered his hand as he watched Adam get up and finally accept for one night. Good news, at least he got him into his castle for a day. He supposed he would let him go if he wanted to get away from him so badly. He did not blame him either, he could not help but feel guilty.

After a slight sigh, Lucifer waited for Adam to come in before he went through as well and closed the door. The gate was going to be a mess from the angelic blood, condoms, and any other foul liquid on the floor. Nothing new to the king of hell, who had been watching sinners rejoice in their own shit for so long.

❝ One night it is! But are you sure you want to be only near the door? I think you should shower. But because you're a stubborn idiot, let me tell you where is everything. ❞ After making his cane disappear, he started pointing down the corridors. ❝ The first door leads to a living room. The second door is an art area, you can ignore it. Then you have the bathroom. There is a large bathtub, what it lacks is towels. But don't worry, I'll prepare some clean clothes and towels for you. ❞

After telling him that, he started walking. ❝ On the left side you have the kitchen in case you get hungry. And up the stairs are the bedrooms, another bathroom, an instrument room and my work area. I know you've said you're not interested in going into the place, but if you get curious, you can take a look. ❞ He looked at him for a moment and waved. ❝ You heard? Alright, I'll be right back then. ❞

Not much after, Lucifer disappeared. Maybe he went for those towels he said. He did not even let him deny anything of what he said, the man was being genuinely kind to him.

It's the sound of the door clicking shut behind him that gave him a broody pause, and after lowering his head, he'd peek around the pit of his arm for confirmation. Though he supposed being closed in to the devil's house was a tad worse than being shut out of the garden all that time ago, he noted that he was at the very least not on fire...yet. Such were the blessings he supposed he'd encounter here. His gaze eventually returned to the foyer's path ahead, but was met with the first fallen cutting paths across the way.

Annnnnd- he was already running his mouth. Fucking perfect.

If there was any indication Adam understood half of what he was on about through the haze of blood loss, it was indicated with a slow, somewhat irate of a blink. It was in such a delayed response that had Lucifer there one moment and poofed off to wherever in the hell he'd gone that Adam issued a wet cough. "-bro runs mouth like sluts to this dick slaughter." In other words: too fast.

He really did just want to slump down where he was and continue his petty power nap, but he'd very likely just lay there in his filth and fury without Lute around to get him on some sort of a productive schedule. Not that there was anything to be productive about in literal hell. You were supposed to suffer in your filth and fury. And be on fire. With the latter still not true, he relented a sigh of sorts in line with how a goose might exhale before he slugged his way further down the first of the conjoining hallways.

An attempt to escape his tent of robes while the bath filled was doomed at the point he had to try and maneuver the impressive span of his remaining wing out of its holster. His flock usually helped him as it was a nightmare getting both wild and prone to flapping appendages free of his outer layer, but even one proved difficult alone. Particularly when he didn't really want to be doing anything and when he noticed the robe had come off one shoulder with little resistance. A gnawed off stub with few remaining frazzled feathers sat sadly exposed when he gave up the attempt at disrobing and sat huddled up against the side of the tub, squeezing his knees under puddled robe ends.

Eventually, via some hesitant rocking, he shifted forwards enough, head bowed, and left his head under the sizeable faucet while he stewed in place.